What I want does not matter

What I want does not matter. 
What I need will make its way here. 
Who I need is yet to be seen, but hopes are falling, and fears are crawling. 
This die rolls not for me, it's chaotic tumbling decides matters of fate with little effort, and no care to its beholder. Fate is a fickle enchantress,  giving you a taste of power before cutting you down to size. 
A taste of worldly pleasure before inflicting a universe of pain.

Take note, this is a test.

Take note, this is a test.
Test these words and find no truth,
Test these lies and find all honesty.
Test boundaries of thinking. Ask and ask and ask some more. Do not draw conclusions for they mean nothing,  just keep testing,  exploring,  finding and destroying,  losing and rebuilding.

Clarity

If what I say makes a bit of sense to you, run. 

Cover your ears and don't look back. 

I'm not the wise all knowing sage that you need. 

I am a dark, twisted, shell of a magician, looking for truth where there is little to be found. 

My methods are my own and they lead me through layers of space and time and turmoil to where I am today. 

Tomorrow is not to be known, it is to be found,  to be experienced,  to be lost in the whirling void of sound and color that is life.  

These moments are but specks of dust on the surface of the great cosmic eye, and all we know will be wiped clean in a single blink.